Vacation!

Because we're going on vacation! I can't wait, although I will miss my little monkey something awful.

So I will be back in a week with lots of fun stories about how I embarrassed Kurt at sea.

-m

"Traditional" Birth

Currently Ryan is an only child. We have talked about having another. But the idea of going through a birth like Ryan's again is enough for me to say no. So I talked to my doctor about it recently. And she agrees No more "traditional" births for me. (I'm using the word traditional to spare my family members from the word vaginal.) (opps, too late) So no more vag births for me. Enough went wrong with Ryan's birth that it is recommended I have c-sections from here on out. And that makes me feel a lot better. Now I'm will to entertain the idea of having another one. Of course, I'm old so I guess we need to get on it pretty soon!

In other news I put together the high chair today. He has been eating solids for a month now and it's going great. Ryan is an eater! He is also sticking his tongue out a lot and has learned how to make rapsberries. When he is down for a nap I'll hear "pthththththth" over the monitor. Today I was feeding him a bottle and his little tongue started to poke out from the side. He is his mothers son.

-m

p.s. vagina.

Hahaha Jinx!

Ryan was up all night long. But he was very restless when I was putting him to bed, so I expected a long night. Frankly I didn't mind a bit. I can handle the occasional long night as long as I can get some sleep here and there.

We are leaving for our cruise next week. I'm so looking forward to taking a trip with Kurt. I was thinking about it the other morning and thought "the first thing I'm going to do when I get on the boat is take a nap." Then I thought about how sad that is. I'm not a 'nap and miss activities' kind of person. But right now a nap sounds like the best idea ever.

I'm pretty sure there will be tears here and there because I will miss Ryan so much. Oh, I hope he doesn't grow too much while we're gone. I'd hate to miss any changes in him. Miss his smiles, his raspberries (the new thing we have learned), little arms waving when he's excited to see me, falling asleep in my arms, him giggling at me while I bumble changing his clothes, the way he rubs his feet together (just like his daddy), the way everything in his hands move slowly to his mouth "must.... put.... in.... mouth." I will miss EVERYTHING!

-m

By The Way...

Ryan has slept through the night for almost a week now. I did say anything sooner because I didn't want to jinx it. Because of the extra sleep he's getting he is more alert and awake during the day.

Ryan is starting to look less like a baby and more like a little boy. It's awesome and heartbreaking at the same time. Ryan will now sit up and play with toys. And by play with toys I mean drool on them and knock them over. I have on several occasions now found the pacifier tossed several feet away from where he is.

He has also learned how to splash around in the tub. It's so much fun to watch him go ape shit playing in the water.

-m

All Worth It

When I am holding Ryan and he gets sleepy, he turns his head so his ear is pressed against my heart.

Best. Thing. Ever.

-m

2 Steps Forward.... 187 Steps Back

We had 2 good nights this week. But last night was a total disaster. He was up ALL night crying. I could not figure out what was wrong with him. Is he hungry? Does he need to be changed? Is he hot, cold? What is it??? Finally around 5 am it occurred to me he might be teething. I was really hoping I'd have a little more time. But he is 5 months today and the timing is about right. So I gave him some medicine and he slept for about 2 hours.

Now here I am at work, a complete zombie. I'm so ready to not be exhausted, be able to write fun blogs instead of the usual "I'm so freaking tired" blogs.

One day... in about 25 years maybe.

-m

Baby Steps

Pardon the pun. Ryan did much better last night. Woke up a couple of times, but only cried for 15 minutes as opposed to the full hour of crying I got the night before. He also put himself back to sleep as well. I never stepped foot in his room. Every little step towards more sleep is a relief.